the horse and mule live thirty years
And nothing know of wine and beers;
The goat and sheep at twenty die
And never taste of Scotch or rye;
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at eighteen is almost done;
The dog at fifteen cashes in
Without the aid of rum or gin;
The cat in milk and water soaks
And then in twelve short years it croaks;
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for noggs, then dies at ten
All animals are strictly dry,
They blameless live and early die.
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men
Survive for three-score and ten -
And some of us, a very few,
Stay pickled till we're ninety-two
Anon
When does one stop training? Well, why would you want to stop? The Comrades marathon is coming up and it always amazes me how many "old" people are running, enjoying it and finishing a gruelling event like the Comrades. So the answer to the question is, never. Don't stop training.
To all of you who haven't started any training yet, what is keeping you from jumping in? Most of the times, it is just a decision..
See you at the gym or out there training!
